astral energy | Author – Richard F Holmes

Well, lovely people, the plot thickens. You may remember that in my last blog post I said that since sharing in my book, Eyesight To The Blind, that my out-of-body experiences were virtually a thing of the past, that I then embarked on a flurry of astral adventures, only for them to dry up again. Well, I eventually had another one that is actually worth writing about, because it seems to be a new experience. I say, “seems”, because I don’t remember having had this experience before.

During the early hours of Christmas morning I felt the all-too-familiar feeling of being out-of-body as another soul carried me off on a journey to who knows where. This was actually a very short event, but like some of my other very short out-of-body experiences, it held some significance. I decided to keep my eyes closed as I travelled, and after a brief journey felt myself come to a halt. Now here’s the significance. I had a sense of oneness, but not with what I like to call, “the inner wilderness of silence”; the “peace that passes all understanding”, which is our true nature, our very essence. No, it was a sense of oneness with the astral world. I was completely without form and one with the astral energy in which I was enfolded; incidentally, it was pale blue in colour but a pale blue that was not of this earth. It is extremely difficult to describe the experience accurately, but I’m doing my best. In that Nano-moment, nothing existed except that pale blueness, of which I was a part. The energy had quite a hard power to it that was in no way subtle.

In no time at all, that experience was over but I was still out-of-body. I then noticed that I had a lovely female spirit for a companion. We were side-on to each other and she had her arm around me; she then kissed me on the cheek, which was a lovely feeling. Then as quick as a flash I was back in my body and laying in my bed. The whole experience seemed to take nothing more than a matter of seconds. It was around 04:20 in the morning.

It just goes to show that you can never predict these out-of-body shenanigans…

I recently returned from my annual trip to West Wales and I’m going to share with you an experience I had during the small hours of 31 May 2016; it was almost a feeling of deja-vu. Some of you may remember my post, Operation Caravan, from 2013, where I told how I’d been operated on by celestial beings whilst staying in my friend’s caravan for a night. Well, this time I slept in the caravan during the whole of my 11 night stay. I did wonder whether I would have another experience to write about and I wasn’t disappointed.

As usual it started with a dream; I have no recollection now of what this dream was about. Then I found myself awake with the all-too-familiar feeling of being surrounded by the presence of spirit. As it seems to be a rare occurrence these days, I asked for an out-of-body experience, and then found myself being carried off. Unusually, I was being carried from the front. I kept my eyes closed as I did not want to disrupt the flow and end up back in my body too soon; I also patted the hand of my companion as a gesture of gratitude. I felt that we were slowing down so I opened my eyes to find that we had arrived at some sort of train or bus station. We entered a small carriage and my companion, a young man, sat down; there was no seat for me!

In front of me there were some rather small and strange looking souls. One of them shuffled to one side in order to let me sit down. But as they did so another one put an arm or leg on the seat so I couldn’t. The same soul looked at me and said telepathically, “he’s ok, he’s as pretty as a picture”. I then levitated and did an impression of a framed picture hanging on a wall. Everyone thought this was highly amusing and had a good laugh. At this point the carriage stopped, my companion had disappeared and I was on my own. There was a complete change of scenery and I found myself in a kind of shopping precinct, moving forward, with just one larger than normal man coming towards me. Before our paths actually crossed there was a right turn that led into what looked like some sort of shopping arcade. To the left of the entrance there was a kind of office-come-show-room, and an incredibly beautiful women; dressed in a very business-like way, exited the door and was walking towards me. I headed in her direction, eager to make contact, but typically, just as things were about to get interesting, I found myself back in my body.

I still really enjoy these experiences; although I understand now that they are only a figment of my astral imagination and I have somehow created them in the same way that I create my physical life. I’ve also developed a theory as to why they never seem to last that long…

Astral energy flows a lot quicker than physical energy because of the higher rate of vibration on the astral planes, therefore scenes from an astral “play” will seem to pass much more quickly. I’m not saying that it’s set in stone but it’s my theory anyway, and I think it makes sense.

Anyone who has not read the previous post, Operation Caravan, may click on this link http://wp.me/p1qAeL-PN